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After doing all he could the fox was killed. 

 Simpson went to the Colonel and said : 



"It is a pretty good scent, sir ; I think we can 

 catch another." 



"Very well," was the reply, "go where you 

 please." 



" I think we will go down to the bottom end of 

 the Chase, sir ; the wind is right to bring us 

 towards home." 



Accordingly we mounted our second horses and 

 trotted down to Old Pond Close; there we found one 

 of the brightest coloured foxes I ever saw. Dick 

 viewed him away. That horn of his and that 

 "view holloa" he could give w^as answered by the 

 hounds, and to work they went with a dash. 

 Hounds took the fox through some of the large 

 quarters, w^hen he made a turn right-handed out 

 into the fields, back to the starting point ; but 

 no resting place found he there, and away he 

 went dow^n to Warrington Toll-bar, turned to the 

 right, and set his head straight down wind, leaving 

 all the coverts untouched. ^ He ran a good line of 

 country, Salcey being his point if he could reach 

 it ; Weston Underwood was on his left and 

 Ravenstone on his right ; then over Cheney 

 farm, where we found ourselves on large grass 

 fields, the dog hounds romped along. We had 



